The principals, each with two seconds, arrived simultaneously at the barracks near Belvedere Palace in the drenching rain at daylight. There were few formalities. The seconds conferred for a moment, examined and loaded two long dueling pistols and stepped off the distance of 15 paces.
"Are you ready, General Szeptycki?"
The umpire glanced to the right where a huge man in the uniform of a General of the Polish army stood bareheaded in the rain.
"And you, Count Skrzynski?"
Count Alexander Skrzynski, onetime Foreign Minister and later Premier of Poland, nodded bleakly. He...